Posts Tagged ‘insecure’

Business Trip Fearful Blues: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

September 12, 2013

It sounded like she/
was looking for another/
two hours on the grass.

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What She’d Lose: Romantic IMprov Haiku

September 11, 2013

He knew, once she’d talked/
deeply with him, she’d lose her/
insecurities.

Suspending Disbelief, Because Maybe We All Hurt: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Response Poetry

February 22, 2013

A friend forwarded this video poem to me: http://youtu.be/ltun92DfnPY
and said it brought back painful childhood memories.
This is my response, not so much to the poem, as to her pain:

——-
She,
a cheerleader beauty,
now loved mother/Nana,
saw a poem about
a Fatboy ,
an ugly girl,
a popper,
and she claimed
it brought back pains
and bad
and sad
childhood memories.

As I listened,
I doubted,
and wondered,
and thought “Nobody ever called her
pizza face
or melon head
or pork chop
or chicken legs
or dogface”.

And she never had anyone
she loved
and trusted tell her:
“I love you as my child,
but
i hate you as a person.”
Or
“How can God love you?
You are so evil.”

But then I realized:
How would I know?
Can I deny her pain?
No.
Can I feel
her heart?
Or read
her soul
that may,
to this day,
ache?
No.

With her memories,
she
made me
realize this truth:
I don’t know the burden
or the ache
or the lonely
that’s hidden
inside of any
one.

But if it sucks as bad
as mine did,
and sometimes
still does;
if it rips them apart
and bares them open
as much as mine did
and, too often,
still does,
let me promise
here and now
with all my being
and heart
and soul,
with tears flowing,
and empathy growing,
that I will NEVER assume
that someone was
or is
without pain
in their lives,
and I will NEVER be
the reason
to add
to that ache.

Instead,
please, God,
help me
to be the eraser,
to remove some of that internal,
eternal
ache
and bring some joy
into their lives.

Because I don’t know.
I really don’t know.
I just don’t know.

No Matter How Old: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

December 30, 2012

If you don’t feel safe/
in your nativity then/
you must cut the cord.

Help Me Help You: Romantic IMprov Haiku

April 26, 2011

How do I assuage/
your timid and insecure/
feelings of self-doubt?

Confidence Does Not Equal Womanizing: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

December 21, 2010

Over 50 years/
of insecure fears/
about females/
assailed/
me./
Finally I can c/
how I’m meant 2b./
My confidence/
surprised her./
But am I, dense,/
now a Womanizer?

Evolution of the Eeyorian Minstrel: Revolutionary Email Sonnet

April 26, 2010

In National Poetry Month,
I’ll have written 100 rhymes.
And I’ll have thought about you
at least one thousand times.

Around April 1st I was a fool:
Insecure, self-conscious, and whiney.
And when you read my words aloud
it was all you could do to remind me

that I shouldn’t beg, nor complain, nor whine;
refrain from all those Eeyorian traits.
So I did as you suggested, and became confident.
I act as I feel: first rate.

It hasn’t changed my ability to see you,
but at least I’m doing what I need to.